god doesn't care for your benevolence any more then he cares for the lack of it in others.

lmost lost my labret stud in the car this morning as I was taking it out for work (yeah, that's right. I'm a corporate whore sellout). Actually, I DID lose it. The head of the stud, which is a custom made opal job, spun out of my fingers and flipped under the seat. I freaked out. One, because it's my goddamn labret and I'm very attached to it. Two, because I have no idea where my old labret stud is. And three, that little fucker cost me a boatload of money.

Luckily, I found it. After worming my arm completely under the seat with my ass sticking out of the open car door. Who knows what the people in the window office thought I was doing. They all think I'm crazy anyway.

In other news, I am once again defying the recommendation that this work place doesn't "encourage" visible tattoos. I'm wearing one of my favourite shirts, which had 3/4 sleeves. These show my left arm tattoos off quite nicely. It's also got a scoop neckline, which shows bits of all three of my chest tattoos.

Take that, fuckers. Put it in the rule book and I'll follow the code. Until then, I'm going to push it as far as I can. Gar! PUNK RAWK. *snorts*

There's a new Virgin of Guadelupe candle burning on my desk, as I exhausted the old one (and my Lady of Candelaria one, Wee Ninja!). I've also replaced the chocolate the chocolate on the Baron's mini-altar. This piece is wrapped in paper to look like the ace of spades. I find it fitting. I should also probably replace the cigarette that's on the altar, too. But, I'm not sure how many cigarettes I brought with me to work today. One of these days, I'll take photos of this little setup.